Later, Rebecca's in the bathroom brushing her teeth, which is the perfect time for Skeet to…go through her mail. And among the letters and bills is a picture of Rebecca in a bikini on the beach with some dude. Skeet gazes at it for a moment, then hastily sticks it back into the pile when Rebecca hobbles out of the bathroom. He helps her into bed and jokes that she's enjoying it, with her protesting that it took her twenty minutes to brush her teeth. He asks how it was that she fell down the stairs, and you're thinking, "Hey, yeah…wasn't she freaked out by the old-timey music that was never explained? What happened with that?" but she just says that she thought she heard a noise in the basement and went to check it out, and then the cellar door slammed shut (due, she figures, to a gust of wind), scaring the hell out of her. But enough about the lone paranormal aspect thus far of this allegedly paranormal show -- wasn't that some good pasta? Skeet deflects her compliment by calling pasta "the single man's specialty," at which point I cough awkwardly into my fist. Rebecca's playing with Skeet's shirt now, and wonders how it is that a "beautiful man" like Skeet is still single. Because he's ignored all the proposals from TWoP posters? "You broke my heart," he tells her, smiling. She smiles back. "Right," she says. Then she says she's glad he's here, since it would "be weird" to be alone like this. I can't see how having a broken leg would feel any weirder than hiding out in a war-torn village eating nothing but cornmeal, but I guess we live in different worlds. Then they get kind of awkward with each other, and you figure they're about to start doing it, until Skeet breaks off by saying "good night." And in the window, the cigarette-smoking man watches them. God, doesn't it seem like a hundred years since The X-Files went off the air? Jessica's Mulder and Scully action figures just got a divorce, for crying out loud.